Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Yes, it's about how long you live, not whether you live to the end.

No one believed anyone could pass the inhuman trials below, though they couldn't compare to the twelve trials of Greek mythology.

But all of those were hellish trials that challenged the limits of human physiology.

They believed that no one could leave this place alive unless the legendary demigod Hercules himself descended.

And at this time——

Someone cried out in utter frustration, "I thought he would at least stay in the cage until the snakes came down before he went out."

That way he can survive for at least three minutes.

But he couldn't wait even a moment longer and went to his death.

"That idiot! He made me waste a gold coin!"

"You'll definitely make money in the next round, I believe you're just having bad luck." The dealer responded with immense joy.

He never hesitates to smile at a generous gentleman.

Amidst the clamor of countless events, the slave owner had already begun selecting the next candidate.

He shouted, "Is there anyone else willing to participate in the trial?!"

But no one answered.

Compared to the previous eagerness to try.

After witnessing yet another bloody death, even the bravest people retreated.

The little bit of courage that had just risen within him vanished in an instant.

That's not a path to freedom, it's a death trap!

They clearly knew from the beginning that this would be the outcome.

But he couldn't help but fantasize about miracles, imagining the possibility of suddenly unleashing his full power at a crucial moment, directly turning the tables and killing the male lion to intimidate the pride.

Take a gamble; you might just gain your freedom.

But clearly, they had no chance of winning against these hungry lions from the very beginning.

When no one was willing to step forward, the slave owner became angry and decided to choose someone himself...

This time, his gaze fell on the little old man beside Ye.

The old man continued to chatter on, using conversation to mask his inner fear.

He looked as timid as a quail, almost as if he was chanting "You can't see me, you can't see me, don't choose me" before burying his head in the ground.

But sometimes, the more you fear being chosen, the more likely you are to be chosen.

Just like quantum entanglement—it's all a matter of fate.

Slave owner: "Haruman! You!!! Come out!! You're next!"

"Wh-what?!" The old man's face turned deathly pale instantly, his eyes filled with utter terror and despair.

I must have misheard.

He must have called for something like Harman or Doruman.

"Damn it, how dare you ignore my orders? You talking servus!"

The slave owner suddenly strode forward, grabbed the old man roughly, and dragged him away. The old man immediately let out a desperate cry.

The slaves around him quickly scattered and hid far away.

Fearing being implicated... in the end, they were chosen to become the victims of the nobles' game.

"Please, I beg you..."

Great Master, I beseech your mercy.

"Please spare me. The Julius family will remember your kindness!"

"Old man, are you still dreaming of being an aristocrat?"

The slave owner was even more enraged when the old man mentioned Julius's name, which only made things worse.

Julius was a noble family in the Roman capital. Although they had declined somewhat, not just anyone would dare to impersonate them.

Is it possible for a nobleman to fall into such a state that he becomes homeless and is even captured and sold into slavery here?

It's certainly possible, but the odds are lower than winning the lottery! Who would believe such an absurd lie?!

From the very beginning, the slave owner did not believe the old man's ravings.

On the contrary, when I first met this old guy, he looked as disheveled, destitute, and filthy as could be!

Even the slave traders who captured him disliked his old age and frailty, and hadn't planned to sell him for much money anyway. They treated him as an extra, giving him away as a freebie when selling other slaves.

For this kind of servus that is hard to sell and wastes his grain,

The slave owners always disliked him and often beat and whipped him.

This is a good opportunity to send this old man to play games and entertain those distinguished guests.

Occasionally, a change of pace, watching the despair and death throes of the elderly and weak, might excite and delight those distinguished guests even more.

Knowing that this journey would inevitably lead to certain death, the old man no longer possessed the knowing and smug demeanor he had displayed while chatting with Ye.

Instead, they cried and screamed, causing a huge commotion.

Even many VIPs in the audience were drawn over.

The old man promised the slave owner that he would write a letter and have his family send a lot of money, but the slave owner didn't believe a word of it and lashed him several times. But the old man clung to the slave owner's leg and refused to let go.

"Let go!! You filthy idiot!!" The slave owner was furious.

Just as he was about to strike again with the whip...

Pa~! !

The whip cracked in the air, then was suddenly grabbed by someone's hand.

The slave owner instinctively tried to pull out the whip, but it remained motionless, as if twisted by steel bars.

When he followed the whip's gaze...

I want to see who's so fearless as to interfere in disciplining the slaves.

In my imagination, that towering, massive giant did not appear.

Ye's handsome face was calmly looking over, his eyes carrying a captivating and oppressive aura.

That was the simplest and most brutal crushing force in terms of vitality (level).

For a moment, the slave owners were somewhat intimidated.

From the very beginning, when he was imprisoned in the dungeon and faced the oppression of the slave owners, he had no choice but to bow his head.

Now, with just a glance, he can subdue the slave owner, making his body stiff and his blood seem to freeze, all in less than half a day.

—The slave owners never dreamed that in such a short time,

How can a person change so drastically, as if they have become a completely different person?

"you……!"

Chapter 40: You survived because of the name Gaius Caesar.

"You said you're from the Julius family?" Ignoring the slave owner, Night suddenly asked the old man.

Originally, he didn't plan to make a move and wanted to wait and see, looking for an opportunity.

but--

The surname Julius made him change his mind.

A person's tone of voice can lie, but the sense of honor and pride when mentioning their family cannot be faked.

That innate pride, even when faced with the threat and fear of death,

When the old man mentioned his family name, he couldn't help but reveal a sense of pride and unwavering confidence in the strength of his family.

He promised to redeem himself with a large sum of money.

The slave owner didn't believe him and argued with him until he was red in the face.

That anxiety, unease, and even a hint of anger and shame at not being believed—emotions that were about to overflow.

For Ye, whose mental strength was already formidable and became even stronger after a simulated cosmic Greek journey, determining whether someone was lying was not too easy.

Knowing that this was Rome and what the name Julius represented, Ye prepared to make his move.

Yes, yes.

Do you believe me?

"I really am a member of the Julius family!!" The old man looked at Ye excitedly, with a hint of grievance that he himself did not realize.

Even when being whipped by slave owners,

I've never experienced this kind of heartbreaking feeling before.

He clung to the slave owner's leg, not only out of fear, but also because of a lack of trust.

For him, a proud Roman nobleman, to be reduced to slavery was already a deeply shameful thing.

But if even his surname, which represented his noble status, was no longer recognized, he would truly feel mad and desperate.

“I believe…” Night nodded, and before the old man could even shed tears, he suddenly said another name.

Do you know Gaius Caesar?

"!!!! You, you know Caesar? Yes, of course I know him!"

He is my nephew.

Gaius Caesar...

Full name Gaius Julius Caesar

Gaius is his given name, Julius is his surname, and Caesar is the name of his family.

The relationship is roughly equivalent to,